Hey folks!
I went to a golf tournament supporting my father’s company, donating half of all proceeds to the United Way in the county of my Dad’s business.
I wore a dress that, I admit, showed a little more cleavage than is ‘appropriate’ for such function. I spent all day from approximately 7:45 am until 3 pm at hole 18 with my Momma, my youngest sister, and my Dad’s colleague’s wife, baking in the sun except for the brief mercy of the shade towards the end of the tournament and the very brief and random mercy of the wind when it decided to give us a delightful breeze fora moment or two.
It was brutal. I was so disgusting and sweaty by 3, that I inhaled my food at the dinner and ran to my car for the wonderful air conditioning of my car.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that the air conditioning in the gathering hall where all of the golfers ate was broken due to an electrical overcharge when the A/C was drastically turned down. That was the worst thing that could have happened after a long day of baking in the sun.
The lack of cool air during dinner made me seek a less humid place after I ate my food, so I found myself at the bar across the building from the gathering hall.
That was a mistake with my cleavage hanging out for the world to see. I made sure to pick a seat where nobody was on either side of me, and about two minutes after I sat down (if not less) a young man moved over so that he was sitting in the seat directly on my right side. He then continually tried to make conversation, but I had absolutely zero interest in what he was talking about because I could see in his eyes, he just wanted to get into my undies.
Haha. No thanks. In order not to seem like a completely rude person, I asked him a few questions like where he went to school and such but he had clearly not attended college. That was part of the reason I asked him. I was nice about it, but I wanted to make it clear to the four or five other guys in the room that he was just a fool in my eyes, and I had no interest at all.
The bartender, God rest her soul, understood and discreetly tried to help me not talk to the jerk on my right.
To his right were two guys that I could tell had been educated, we can just tell from the way other educated people talk if they’ve been in college or not.
Some guy that I hadn’t seen before walked in and told the fool on my right and the guys next to him that he wanted them to come and see something, he was my best friend at that moment!!! As soon as the fool and the two next to him had left, I continued conversation with the handful of other guys in the room. I told them all about my plans to go to Ireland and what I would do once I’m there.
Well, I told them all that bit of my desires when the idiot was still there, but I went into much more detail once he was gone.
I made my exit a few moments after the guy that likes me left, I made my exit and went to see how my family was doing before I returned to finish my water that I had asked for from the bartender.
I went back and all of the guys were still in there, but some had moved. I chose to sit at a lone tall table a few feet closer to the door than the bar itself is and I once again made small conversation with the guys still in the small bar. I finished my glass of water and I left, not saying goodbye to anyone, especially the idiot that was all over me from the moment I stepped into the bar.
The guy farthest to my right was an engineer for a company that makes tools for my Daddy’s company and while I was trying to ignore the guy that liked me, I tried to make small talk with him about is life. He was actually a really cool, humble dude and I wouldn’t have minded talking to him for a bit longer. I think that my favorite thing about him was that he openly talked to me about his wife, therefore showing no desire to ‘raid my drawers’ or anything like that.
My favorite of the whole group of guys in the bar was the reeeeeally hefty guy because he was so humble and sweet and he had no expectations from us becoming friendly. He thought of it only as me being nice to him. Of course, he saw my cleavage (to be honest, I sometimes have a hard time hiding it) and he saw my eyes that I was recently told are pretty by another man, but he didn’t think that I would be interested in him because he wasn’t skinny or weasely like the guy that was all over me.
I feel that the whole point of this story is to tell you girls hoe much you can affect a guy, or a roomful of guys, by what you wear and how you act. Some guys are really dumb and just do not understand when a girl is not interested.
hose guys are the ones to look out for, be on high alert for them. They’ll lie to get into your panties and make it seem like they’re simple guys just so you become interested. Once you’re interested, it’s like the fishing dagger sunken into the fish’s lips. Once you show interest, it’s over. He thinks you’re as good as naked in his bed.
That’s mostly true for guys, except for the honestly humble ones. If you show interest in a guy that probably isn’t used to young women (or women in general) being interested in him, you’re likely to find a good-hearted man with no bad intentions. That’s not a promise, it’s just what I’ve found based on my experience of men.
Don’t get me wrong here, the guy that practically tried to hump down my dress wasn’t unattractive, his behavior was just unappealing to me. Because I am able to love pretty much any man, with all of my heart, I find myself being less interested in the thin guys, and more interested in guys with a little more ‘meat on their bones’ or ‘chunk to their funk’. Of course, I’m attracted to men that appear and practice healthy lifestyles, but I am more attracted to guys that look less likely to try to take advantage of me. I like humble guys. You probably (very likely) will not know if you are humble, but you should pretty easily be able to figure it out that you are not, if you’re not.
As a TBI survivor, I feel that I owe it to the Creator (of this beautifully perfect world) that helped me be able to survive to make sure I treat myself well, to make sure that I am treated well and to tell my story for all to hear and see.
I realize that I’m kind of all over the place here, but it’s really important for guys and gals alike to know universal body language signs that bartenders know mean that a person feels uncomfortable in a situation.
If you do not know what they are, I urge you, no I beg you to look them up online and find out how to tell a bartender or a person behind some sort of chash register that you’re feeling uncomfortable about something.
To be honest, I felt no danger, but I feel the urgency of how important it is for bar attendants to know this stuff because it could prevent kidnapping, rape, and even murder. Please look this up and do not be hesitant to use those signs if you feel even the slightest amount of discomfort because of another person.
But next year, I believe two or three cousin weddings are planned, and I intend to get everyone out to my family’s ‘plantation’ for a 4th of July party, if possible. I’m not sure how I can swing it, though, because most of my cousins have jobs and stuff and I probably (hopefully) will too. 🙂
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